where the dead men lost their bones.: Archive

where the dead men lost their bones.

February 2012

in which I remain ever depressed.

I am filled with such blind rage with nowhere to direct it, no reason to justify it, nothing to do with it. it’s simply here, worming inside me, futile and furious. every night I sit up reading for hours, having nothing else to occupy me, not even sleep. I have nothing to put myself towards. no one will hire me, no one looks twice at me. time sprawls endless, empty, daunting, and I rage at...

tillthefleshdropsfromyourbones:hateshiploveship:

January 2012